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"Cough, Lance, can you not ignore this brother of mine if you want to date my sister?"

Seeing how the two of them were stuck together, An An couldn't help but cough to remind them that there were still spectators in the room.

"Brother, you're here."

After the two of them parted ways, Qing Er's face flushed red as she looked at An An with embarrassment.

"It can't be, sister. You actually ignored your brother when you have a beautiful man. I've been standing here for a long time, crying. I've heard that my son forgot his mother when he had a wife. So women are the same."

An'an's protests were truly something that she didn't like to be ignored by others.

"Bro, don't you have a sister-in-law?"

Qing'er stared at An An, but leaned her head on Lance's chest happily.

"About your flirting, can we talk about it later? Let's discuss how we're going to deal with the Shankou crew first. I'm afraid they'll find out soon enough."

Although he was past Qing'er's age of love, he still understood.

"Yes, Fujiwara. Do you know how many branches and halls the Yamaguchi team has in Japan?"

An An An nodded and said seriously.

"Yamaguchi Division has twenty-eight branches in Japan. Tokyo, Kobe has thirteen branches. Among them are the Discipline Hall, the Martial Hall and the Divine Hall …" "The six halls are where the elites gather. Generally, those halls are the ones that carry out missions."

Fujino Masayoshi took out the information he had gathered and began to draw on a piece of paper. He had a rough estimate of the number of people on the team.

"I didn't expect that Yamaguchi's team would be so numerous. It seems like we can't split our manpower apart."

An'an frowned.

If they weren't at the same time, it would be very easy to give them a chance to catch their breath and prepare.

"Bro, that's not the main point. We mainly chose thirteen halls. Those are the elites among them. Those divisions are easy to deal with."

Qing Er said decisively.

These galleries, especially the Discipline Hall and Martial Hall, were all filled with experts in martial arts and assassinations. Other than that, the Japanese ninja arts were really troublesome.

"Feng, are you confident that you can challenge someone by yourself?"

An An turned to ask Feng.

"As long as it's your order, I will complete it."

Feng Shen didn't look at An'an, but said it coldly.

When Fujino Masayoshi saw those sophisticated, advanced, and even somewhat strange weapons, he was completely dumbfounded.

It was then that he realized his fears seemed superfluous.

Nine years ago, since the two children were able to blow up the Mountain Gate headquarters, then today, they should be able to do the same.

The next day, Qing'er announced the location of each hall, the location of the fire, as well as the names and specialties of each hall to everyone.

Everything was ready and the time for action was set at one o'clock in the morning.

Lance and Qing Er were full of love, and this was the first time they had joined hands tonight.

"Lance, no matter if we win or lose, we have to advance or retreat together."

Qing'er seemed to be afraid that Lance would abandon her. She looked at him with her bright eyes, waiting for his answer.

"No, we will be together, not just tonight, but later."

Lance shook Qing'er's hand and they got into the car.

The car was parked two hundred meters away from Yamaguchi headquarters, and Qing'er and Lance walked hand in hand, heading towards their destination as if they were lovers.

There were a few more sentries on duty outside the headquarters. Although they were wearing plain clothes, it was certain that they were on guard.

Qing'er and Lance looked at each other, walked up and smiled to those people.

"Brothers, I'm here to look for someone. Do you know him?"

Qing'er's sweet smile immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

"Miss, who are you looking for?"

"Little girl, are you looking for big brother?"

Different answers, different faces, but none of them would soften their grip.

Qing'er still had a smile on her face, but her hands were like lightning as they quickly cut off their throats. The two of them cooperated very well, the five of them finished them off without making a sound.

They could only throw out their own bombs. It was a little regretful, because after the accident nine years ago, the Shankou headquarters no longer concentrated their weapons but separated instead. There was no way to deal with it centrally.

The hands of the two were quick. Within a few minutes, they had killed nearly a hundred people. They were a little surprised that the dragon flames were not here.

However, this was just nice. Before Long Yan arrived, they would eliminate all the scum in here.

Qing Er and Lance worked well together, shooting all the way. Although they also encountered some resistance, under their powerful firepower, they both became sparks.

Fortunately, both of them were wearing bulletproof vests. Otherwise, they would have been shot as well.

"Stop."

After clearing most of the area, there was finally an expectant roar coming from behind them.

"Long Yan, are you finally willing to come out?"

Qing'er pointed her spear at the dragon flame and said angrily.

"Qing Er, you really make me angry."

Long Yan's face was dark. Since they were all corpses along the way, how could he keep his composure?

"Long Yan, you want to take revenge on me, but you shouldn't use me to hurt Lance. Today, let's have a duel."

Qing'er walked out.

Although the dragon flames were a bit bad, he was still a man. A man's dignity was at the very least, so he shouldn't act against him in this situation.

"Are you finished? Since you are already here, do you still have the right to speak? "

Long Yan sneered. Come in. Without his order, it would be hard to escape without wings.

"Is that so? You can try. Don't think that your place is made of steel. "

Lance protected Qing Er behind him.

Although he was no longer of the Strigoi race and didn't have his superpower, Long Yan didn't know.

"Speaking of being despicable, that person should be you."

When Long Yan saw Lance, sparks appeared in his eyes. He didn't think that he was worse than him, but his superpower had let him suffer a crushing defeat.

"Long Yan, let's have a fair duel. I don't need any superpowers, we can make a life and death contract with real weapons."

Lance looked at the dragon flame. There were sparks in his eyes too, but he was a bit calmer than the dragon flame.

If he lost today, then he would have nothing, but he was different.

He had the best in the world.

"Fair. Do you think I'll believe you?"

Do you think he's a fool to be fair to a vampire?

"You can choose to believe or not. I could have killed everyone, but they are innocent. As long as you stand out, I guarantee that I will not attack them again."

Lance continued to negotiate with Long Yan.

Right now, this situation was extremely disadvantageous for him and Qing'er. If he were to fight Long Yan one on one, his chances of winning would be even higher.

"Long Yan, are you going to hide something behind your back? Do you only know how to use despicable means? "If you are a man, then stand out and fight Lance."

Qing'er didn't look at Lance, but shouted at Long Yan.

Although Qing'er knew that Long Yan's martial arts was good, she still believed in Lance.

"You can duel me, but you must become my prize, Qing'er."

Long Yan pointed at Qing'er and smiled sinisterly.

"What do you mean?"

Qing'er's face darkened as she glared furiously at Long Yan.

"You know very well, don't you? "Since ancient times, heroes have always felt sorry for beauties. Since the two of us are fighting, a beauty like you will naturally become the spoils of war. If I win, you must become my woman, and he … I will spare his life, but he must scram back to England."

Long Yan slowly turned his hand from Qing Er to Lance.

"I accept."

Qing'er turned to Lance. They looked at each other, and Qing'er decided.

"That's what you said, little angel. Don't regret it."

The smile on Long Yan's face grew wider, as if he were certain he would win.

"Yes, but I'm sure you will lose."

Qing'er also smiled. She didn't think that Lance would lose. Whether it was in experience or ability, she felt that Lance was better than him.

"Okay, then Lance — — Van Zhuo, before the duel, we must write down the conditions and the life and death agreement."

With a wave of his hand, someone immediately brought the computer over.

"How are you going to write it?"

In the early years of the last century, or even earlier, many Knights liked to use duels to win the hearts of beautiful women. The Life and Death Contract was the agreement that he had to sign before the duel.

"You are not allowed to use any power that is not human. If you use it, you will lose."

In front of a strong opponent, he had to use some tricks.

"No problem, I accept. Since it's a duel, of course we have to be fair."

Lance nodded calmly.

Although he rarely fought with humans in the past, he was no stranger. No matter what weapon he used, he would not be vague.

Long Yan let his people sign the life and death agreement, then bit his finger and signed his name on it.

"Sorry, I can't use my blood."

Lance smiled and said so as not to raise any suspicions about the dragon flame.

"No problem, I can lend it to you."

Long Yan sneered, pulled out his index finger, and then pushed it in front of Lance.

"Then I won't be polite."

Lance smiled, took out his dagger and lightly pulled on the man's index finger. He then took the man's index finger and signed his name.

"Qing Er, do you want to sign one as well?"

Long Yan looked at the words on it and smiled at Qing'er.

"I'm not that abnormal."

Qing'er looked at the dark red blood and frowned.

"It doesn't matter, I can lend you mine."

The dragon flame approached Qing'er and extended its index finger, which was still oozing blood.

"Ugh, give me a pen."

Qing'Er pushed away her hand. Although she knew that this was meaningless, she still had to sign it in order to make Long Yan believe her.

Looking at Lance's name, a charming scene appeared in Qing Er's mind. If one day, her name and Lance's name could appear on the same page, how wonderful would that be?

"Alright, since you can't see the blood, then use a brush."

Long Yan didn't force Qing'er, but handed her a pen.

Qing'er looked at this Life and Death Contract. As she watched herself being treated like a commodity and being used as a wager, the hatred in her heart for Long Yan increased by several folds.

Although he had saved her many times before, every time he had hurt her was enough to offset her kindness.

"When we enter the courtyard, you can choose a cold weapon."

Long Yan sneered at Lance.

"Dragon Flame, is this blade silver?"

Qing'er said angrily as she looked at the blade that the dragon flame had taken out.

"Lance didn't say you're not allowed to use a silver knife."

Since he had a weakness, why didn't he make use of it?

"You are shameless and despicable. That Life and Death Contract doesn't count."

Qing'er, who didn't know that Lance was not afraid of silverware, said angrily with red eyes.

"Little angel, you can't go back on your word. Let's talk about men, what you say …"

"Nothing, I accept. Don't think you can injure me just because you have a silver knife. Dragon Flame, today you will lose for sure."

Lance pulled Qing'er, without any hesitation, he chose a katana. A steel knife versus a silver knife, dragon flames wouldn't be able to take advantage of it.

"But he's so despicable, he's actually using a silver knife."

Qing'er stood in front of Lance and didn't let him go on stage.

"It's okay, believe me."

Lance pulled Qing'er away and walked in front of Long Yan.

If he thought that the silver blade could still take his life, then he was destined to fail today.

"Make the first move."

Long Yan said generously.

Lance did not stand on ceremony with him. At this time, his sinister nature had already been exposed. No matter how polite he was, he would only waste time.

Blades came and went, sparks flew everywhere, and a clear heart was hanging on Lance's body.

Lance's sword technique was very good, but the dragon's flame was not bad either. Moreover, he was very vicious with his sword. Not only did he attack vital points, but he also attacked very ruthlessly.

"Boss, kill him."

After a long period of time, the disciples of Shan Kou group began to shout.

"Bang."

The two blades once again collided in midair.

"Just give up. As long as you admit defeat, I can make you leave Japan."

The two weapons clashed, and Long Yan sneered at Lance.